Those Saturdays when you barely drag your tired ass outta bed to take a shower and put on your pants and bra and shoes and instead of logging onto the interweb, you visit the outerweb to do all the things.
At night when you come home from all that, you make a beeline for the bedroom, strippin as you go. You click on the light, and see your pajamas on your *gasp* unmade bed, exactly as you left the scene of the crime.
You’re upset your bed isn’t made. why isn’t my bed made? you wonder. oh yeah, cause that bastard was still in it. HE gets ready in five minutes, the bastard.
Oh well, let’s make the bed to get in it and then oh, how we’ll sleep.
You slide your aching feet across the cold sheets and stick your earplugs in. Your narrator brain lulls you to sleep — that’s a blog post, you think.
It was a great long weekend, let’s make it a great day! (Even if it is a Tuesday.)